When I think about the day with the blade to my wrist I wonder if it was me calling from the future to say do it, don't stop. It doesn't get better. But I got the measurements wrong and I called too late. Or too early. I couldn't stop myself from stopping. And is future me trying to get a hold of today me. to say do it. I dare you. It doesn't get better.
Monday, December 19, 2022
I regret you
All the time. Every day. I regret you. Your smell and taste and body and bed and voice. Every day. All the time. I regret you.
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